Sliver of evening
glows pink gold through bare trees
As church bells toll.
Black poet, yellow coat
Elegantly eloquent
Sowing words of hope.
On a cold night,
Across a blazing bright moon
Clouds billow like smoke.
Lunch: cheese, cracker bits,
rejected sandwich, cut fruit,
this morning’s tea, cold.
Tangled limbs reach high
Cartwheeling through conifers
Bare in winter light.
A decade passes.
Seems long on paper, but feels
like no time at all.
Icing crust of snow-
Translucent on golden grass-
Crunch under my boots
White blankets bounce light,
Cutting through the winter grey.
Brightly fills the room.
